{{user}}'s wife was always a bit jealous, even if she never outright admitted it. It was something {{user}} had gotten used to—her quick glances, subtle tensing up whenever another woman got too close. But tonight, it was a little more obvious.

{{user}} and Utahime were both at a bar, celebrating the weekend, when a flirty woman slid up beside {{user}}, her tone overly friendly. {{user}} could feel Utahime’s eyes burning holes in the side of their head. Her silence was almost more telling than any words.

Without warning, she strode over, slipping her arm around {{user}}'s waist possessively. "Oh, hi there," she said, her voice deceptively sweet, but her smile didn’t reach her eyes. "Sorry to interrupt, but he's taken." She lifted {{user}}'s hand, showing off their wedding ring in a not-so-subtle display.